Page 74 of Needing to Fall
The rumble of a motorcycle came from outside.
Shit, someone was there. Who the hell could be there? Were these the ones coming to get Trey?
I rushed over to Lynx. “Lynx,” I said calmly to get his attention yet didn’t get anywhere. I screamed his name, breaking through whatever fog he had been under as he pummeled Trey who was bleeding out of multiple cuts and starting to bruise. “Someone’s here.”
He stopped and listened then moved away from Trey.
“Calvary’s here.” Mystery seeped from his words.
As the motorcycle noise got closer, I noted it wasn’t just one but several. Lynx was so calm with this, while I was sucking it up, feeling my body begin to tremble. Lynx wrapped his arm around my shoulders. He wasn’t even heaving breaths from hitting the hell out of Trey. Wow.
“What’s going on?” Trey’s words came out muffled because of the blows to his jaw.
Lynx gave me a squeeze. “Well, asshole, it seems you fucked with the wrong people who, in exchange for things being settled with your boss, get you.”
The hair on the back of my neck stood, and my imagination ran wild with what they were going to do to Trey. I shouldn’t care—he was an asshole—but I couldn’t help myself.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Trey asked.
“The Ravage MC. You fucked with them, and now they get to fuck with you.”
I watched as every drop of color leaked from Trey’s face, and his mouth snapped shut. It made me think these guys weren’t good guys.
“You see, they get a clean slate with your boss, and you get six feet under after they do whatever it is they do to ya.”
“Fuck,” Trey bit out. “Man, don’t give me to them,” he pled.
“Too late.” Lynx paused. “Besides, you pretty much said you were going to rape my girl, and on top of that, all the shit you’ve put her through already; so I’d never let you live to see another day. If it weren’t them, it would be me. After we hand you off, we are washed clean of your filth.” That sounded good—not thenever let you livepart, but the being clean of him. I wanted that.
The motorcycles sounded like they were right outside the door as Lynx pulled me with him to the front door. The bikes stopped and the lights went out.
Six. There were six of them, each swinging their legs over their bikes and taking their helmets off.
As they walked up, my heart seized. They were big and didn’t hide the guns attached to their bodies. The one who led the pack had salt and pepper hair slicked back and a very long beard of the same color. He oozed power and confidence. Hell, they all did, just like Lynx.
“Pops.” Lynx held out his hand as the man walked up and shook it firmly.
“Lynx,” he said, looking around the space and taking everything in. He was thinking so much I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. His eyes came to me. “Hey.” He lifted his chin then looked at Lynx. “Your girl?”
Lynx smiled. “Hell, yeah.”
“Damn, all the pretty ones are already taken.” Pops’ lip tipped up. The joking camaraderie helped with my nerves, but then his eyes swung to the couch. “There’s that piece of shit.” Pops walked farther into the room as the other guys started piling in.
One with long, blond hair braided down his back, wearing a red, white, and blue bandana, scanned me, taking in every curve. “Damn, sweetheart.”
A flutter went in my belly, not at him calling me that, just at having the male attention. I had stayed clear of it for so long I wasn’t used to it.
A beefy hand came down on the man’s shoulder, and when the man stepped into the light, I gasped. This one … He was mean, mean to the core. Looking at him, the hair on my arms stood to attention while a prickle came up my spine.
“Dagger, leave the girl alone.”
“Come on, Rhys, I’m not fucking dead.”
In walked a man with brownish-blond hair to his shoulders and a beard trimmed short to his face. “Nah, not dead, but if you chase any tail, Mearna will string you up by your balls.”
The bandana man, Dagger, laughed. “Still getting used to that shit, brother.” He shook his head, moving farther into the room.
Next came two men who were exactly identical. No shit. Same blond hair, cut exactly the same; same eyes; same sculpted facial features; same black shirt, jeans, and a leather vest thing. They were mirror images of each other. I couldn’t help staring.
